To the hospital, to the hospital, to the hospital, and still at the hospital

I am attempting to type this post on my little cell phone from the hospital.   It has truly been a home away from home for Tabby and I lately.  :(

I first brought Tabby here Sunday, July 3, at about 2:00 a.m.  She had excruciating abdominal pains and said she felt like she was being stabbed.  Emergency room doctors had an ultrasound done on her and found that she had a ruptured ovarian cyst.  Ouch!   She was given painkillers and sent home.   We got a few hours of sleep then headed east to my mother- in-laws to get ready for Lilly's birthday celebration.

Tabby was ok, but still had some soreness over the next few days.  Thursday we went to Wrightsville Beach for the day with my brother Patrick and his family.  After eating supper that evening, Tabby said her stomach hurt.

Friday it got worse.  Saturday it steadily got even worse and she cried she was being stabbed inside.  So that evening I brought her back to the emergency room.

She has another ultrasound, x rays, and a CAT scan.  No more ovarian issues were seen.  Her appendix looked good.  So did her gall bladder, etc etc.  The painkillers did not help and the morphine made her feel sick and loopy.  But we left since no problem was found and we figured the painkillers would kick in soon.  Got home about six a.m. Sunday and went to sleep.

About noon that same day, Tabby woke up and cried the pain was unbearable.   Soon she was writhing on the floor and gasping.  So back to the hospital we went.

Some of the tests were repeated but no changes.  They asked her so many questions.  She got painkillers again and they still didn't work.  On a scale of one to ten, ten being the highest,  her pain level was a ten.

So they admitted her and about midnight she was moved to the children's floor.

The next day a doctor looked at all of the images on her tests and then examined her noting where she felt the most pain.  His diagnosis:   constipation and a massive "back up."  Oh my.  Not what we were expecting but thankfully not something horrible.

So the fun treatments began Monday afternoon starting with an enema.   (I know.  Just the word can make you shudder. )  Then she was given a huge jug of juice with Miralax in it to drink.  And we waited.  And waited.

Tuesday for a late breakfast she drank another jug of miralax.   Then another late this afternoon.

And it now it's Tuesday night and still not much has happened and she is still in a lot of pain.

So just when will this party end?  It is feeling like it never will and we will be here forever!   :(

Smile for the camera girl. ...,

Prayers would be very much appreciated!

Tabby just quipped that at the rate she's going this year I should rename this blog "Pray for Tabby."  We both snickered but hope that won't hold true.